Neither does Tinkham. Or the boy. Both were itching to head out so we went to the recently-closed ski area. The chairs weren't running, but it was open for uphill travel. We booted up toward the summit.

I alternated between a legitimate to need to take pictures and pausing to catch my breath. The steep face was icy as a prom queen being asked out by the president of the chess club so we detoured to the cat tracks and wound our way through the trees. A quick stop for some SCIENCE! and get out the axes and we started down.

Remember I said it was icy. Yikes. Was it icy. If we had skates or a sled or even skis I guess it could have been ok. As it was, we had butts. HOS was smart and wore pants. I only wore shorts. I led the way down and tried to find softer snow, but there was little of it. I wound up with raspberries on my cheeks and a good bit of road rash on my knee. The boy and the pup escaped unscathed, which I attribute to my example of what not to do.

It was a good workout, great views, and we maintained all our distances. Given the icy conditions, though, I don't know that I'd go again and certainly not if I wasn't very comfortable glissading. Right now it's probably more prudent to stay at home and on easy trails with less risk.

Once again, I'm setting the example!